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b0nebroth

9 months ago

♱ You're so Creepy ♱

Zombie!Matt x Emo!Reader p.2

╰┈➤ No pronouns or Y/N, reader is referred to as 'you' only

Warnings: Description of a zombie, Blood (minimal), creepiness, lonely reader, not properly proof read

In your small town there was always a myth about monsters that roam the woods at night, monsters that were once alive… once human… but you know this is no myth…

You often thought the people in town were boring and dull, with nothing interesting going on in their lives; you on the other hand, you stood out. Your alternative clothes, emo hairstyle and loud taste in music is something this small community was unfamiliar with so when you moved there after your parents divorce you were basically ostracised with no friends, but you were fine with that, you liked the woods better anyways.

After school while walking home you take long detours through the dark mass of trees that engulf the town, just listening to the beautiful sounds of the animals in the trees and the leaves rustling beneath your feet. The woods felt safe and comforting despite what your classmates and neighbours often told you. Leaning close and whispering in your ear about stories of noises and shadows, disappearances and dead animals; you listened eagerly to their stories, taking much interest in anything macabre and morbid. As much as you knew these rumours were fake, a part of you wished it was true so this place wouldn't be so boring.

While walking through a new part of the forest you pluck a few flowers, pretty little white ones. As you continue walking through the dense trees, shrugging your backpack up on your shoulder a little more after it starts to slip off, you notice a small, jagged square-ish shaped stone structure in the distance. When you get closer to it you see small engravings that resemble words but it's so beaten up and weathered down it's hard to tell what it says but you can tell it is someone's grave so you think it's a good idea to place the dainty flowers down in front of the rock. Smiling to yourself at the bittersweet sight. “Rest well” You mumble before heading back through the woods to be back home in time for dinner.

Throughout the next few weeks you found yourself walking back to the grave without a clue on why. You would sit there in front of the dirty stone and tell it about your day, what you're learning in school, what others say about you in the halls, how much you hate your teachers ect. For some unknown reason it gave you comfort in your loneliness, you truly felt like you had a friend again, or at least someone that would just listen.

“Gosh you have no idea… It's like no one wants to be their own person! Everyone is just the same… would you be the same?” You desperately ask the inanimate rock, sighing lightly at the lack of conversation. “I wish you were alive… because you're my only friend.” You mumble after feeling pathetic. Noticing the ombre colours forming in the sky you grab your bag and sling it over one shoulder before placing down todays flowers over the small pile that has grown over your many visits and start to walk away; suddenly you swear you hear something shuffle behind you but when you flick your head around there is nothing except for the grave. “Too many zombie movies…” You mumble to yourself before walking back home on your usual path.

That night everything felt strange and eerie, You kept feeling like you were being watched, like there was someone that was looking at you through windows or they were standing in the corner of rooms, the hair on your arms and back of your neck stood up, getting shivers, you even thought you saw someone outside while you were eating dessert at the dinner table. You convinced yourself it was just your imagination, you just spooked yourself out and needed to go to bed, in the morning you’ll feel fine. As you lay under the soft sheets on your bed, listening to the sounds of your own deep breaths to try to calm yourself down enough to be able to sleep you hear a faint tapping sound. You ignore it, believing it's only in your head or it's just a raccoon and it will go away, but whenever the tapping would stop it would only start back up again seconds later and louder than before. Out of pure frustration and fear you jump up out of bed and slowly tiptoe your way over to the window, the moonlight slightly peeking through the crack of the dark curtains, making things only more eerie and suspenseful. Your hands shake as they grab the fabric, the tapping feeling more urgent and desperate the longer you wait.

When you pull back the curtain the sight you see is…

Morbid.

In the dark shine of the moonlight there is a boy, his hair is dark and messy, theres dirt and sticks all throughout it, his skin is pale but also many disgusting shades of pinks and greens, some parts of his face is stitched up and his mouth falls open in a unsettling, decrepit way with blood slowly starting to drip down his bottom lip. His eyes are dark in the moonlight and you’re only able to see one but it's strikingly blue as he looks at you with an unreadable stare.

You want to scream but your body doesn't let you. All you can do is stare with wide eyes as he stares at you back, still tapping a slender finger on the corner of the window. When you finally come to your senses you shut the curtains as quick as you can and run back to your bed, climbing under the sheets as your body trembles from fear.

“I must be fucking crazy.”

Divider by @sister-lucifer ^^